I've spending a lot of time around graves lately.
It doesn't remind me of death really
standing above a hundred buried souls
mostly I think how they lived
and how the infant with no name
who lived for a day
must have had quite a day
just existing
just being
a star burning fast and quick.
Or about the couples who are buried next to each other
and those who are still waiting to be together again.
I think of those who lived beyond them,
the mother who lost her son when he was shy 10 years
and how she survived 40 more years
without him.
I think about I am their stories,
I think about mine.
one day I will be blanketed by six feet of dirt
and have a crown of stone.
There will be a girl who walks on my grave
I hope that my stories leaves her breathless.
